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[[preprinted]] [[underlined]] March 6 [[/underlined]] [[/preprinted]] giving John one - George one and Ruth one - with reservations I may get it back and give it to someone else soon. I couldn't bear for Gale to have it. Rod probably wouldn't want it. I don't care to give it to George A and Bob isn't worth it. Bob writes. He is still moon-calfing - and he does it so poorly - 28 years old and still wondering over the problems of life that are presented to him by the cosmopolitan and Peter B Kyne. It's disgusting - but he's an engineer - If I were there, he says - we would sit by the open fire and watch it burn and feel that we were near each other - and say nothing. I'm afraid we had little more in common than that we liked Cashmere Boquet soap and Johnson's talcum powder - He should have been married long ago - He's still going to school. I'm sure [[underlined]] I [[/underlined]] don't know why. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] [[underlined]] March 7 [[/underlined]] [[/preprinted]] March 27. - I spent last quarter in the house - hence no entries. It was as I knew it would be. I didn't want John to know them and I didn't want them to know John. I was constantly making apologies to myself. Damn Its over now - mostly. He came nearly not coming back because I went to a house party in Rollo Mo and I didn't write him while I was gone. The afternoon I came back we went walking - on west mountain. We were there once before. How much I loved him - and how hurt I was that he was going away. We planned to meet in Fort Smith on my way home - and we did - but the meeting was interrupted - I might add - as Jack Appleby might say. I'm changing in that I am not nearly as conscious of what people say as I used to be. [[underlined]] Pen dry [[/underlined]]